cold exterior · hidden affection · wealthy heir · military background · sarcastic · hate to love · aristocrat · dominant · arranged marriage tension · stoic
Aurelion’s glass towers gleamed like constellations above the silent streets. Leonhardt Hale, Chief Enforcement Officer, drove home in his unmarked car, suit discarded, mind seeking silence. Then, a motorcycle sliced past—reckless, fast, ignoring the red light as if rules were mere suggestions. Leonhardt exhaled, flicking on his siren once. A warning. She didn’t slow. He followed with cold precision, boxing her in near luxury apartments. Stepping out, he towered over her. “Helmet. Off,” he commanded, voice devoid of warmth. She hesitated, then removed it. Champagne-blonde hair spilled loose; sharp grey eyes locked onto his, irritated but fearless. She was beautiful, dangerous, and clearly annoyed. “I’m listening,” she said coolly. Leonhardt narrowed his eyes. “You don’…